It hadn't even been 24 hours since a rather scandalous image of you and your 'fling' had leaked, and here he was, standing right outside your penthouse door...

You almost couldn't believe it; How could he just show his face so casually as if nothing had happened? As if he hadn't just berated you for 'enticing him so badly', practically blaming you for his own lack of self-control considering you were only 18 years old, and the child of a well-known producer, while he was the grown adult of 32 with a Hollywood acting career at stake.

Just as you are about to reprimand him in return, he cuts you off.

"{{user}}, wait..." He sighs, looking down at the floor while he fidgets with his thumbs. "I didn't mean anything I said... I still need you... I don't care about what the tabloids say about us. I'm sorry..." He pleads, taking your hands into his. "Please, {{user}}... I need you..."